My wife, Galatea, arrived in L.A. the night before me. She flew in from New York, where she was working and visiting friends for the past five days. I took the train from Flagstaff, as I have always loved the calm relaxed nature of the train over the rush rush rush of flying. We often travel this way as reuniting in an unfamiliar place sparks all kinds of excitement. The pent-up sexual energy just seems to explode a bit more fiercely when you are away from home and all of the interruptions of regular life. This trip was no different.
Once her plane landed, Galatea took a car to the private house we rented for the week. It was a fairly typical three bedroom mid-century house. It had its own private pool and was located near Little Tokyo, one of our favorite neighborhoods in Los Angeles. In the master bedroom there was a set of French doors that led out to the pool deck. It was the perfect place to get away and unwind.
When she checked in with the property manager in the house across the street it was already after midnight. The woman, a sassy fifty-something wearing nothing but a pair of bikini bottoms and smoking a cigarette, was a bit put off that Galatea arrived so late.
“The listing says the office closes at eleven,” she said.
“I’m sorry. My flight got delayed. Perhaps, this will make up for the inconvenience?” and she slipped the manager a fifty.
“Oh, I like you,” the manager laughed, and she threw on a kimono, gave Galatea the key and went over some of the ground rules and layout for the property. Our rental would be made up every day at around lunchtime and the pool cleaned every morning, unless we request otherwise. After what seemed like an eternity of going over where to find towels, toiletries, and the like, she was shown to her room.
She got in and immediately took a shower. Ten hours of traveling had worn her down, and she felt like a smelly mess. She stripped off her travel clothes: black leggings and my blue sweater that she loves to wear when she travels, and left them in a pile on the floor. The water was nice and hot and it felt wonderful washing over and relaxing her travel weary muscles. She forgot to grab her loofa out of her suitcase, so she was forced to soap up by hand. She ran her fingers up, down, and over every inch of her body and washed all of her cares away. It was time for vacation. She spent extra time soaping up her breasts, teasing her nipples and feeling the sensation run through her torso and down into her clit.
Without thinking, she removed the shower head from its holster above her and thrust it between her legs. The power of the jets pulsating on her neglected cunt brought her to orgasm almost instantly. She clutched onto the metal soap tray with her free hand as hard as she could in an effort to keep herself upright while she slowly came back down to reality. After clearing her head she laid down on the bed and texted me goodnight and fell asleep.
***
She woke up the next morning to the sound of her phone ringing. It was me.
“Good morning, babe,” I said, “My train is pulling into L.A. I should be at the hotel in about an hour or so. Do you need anything?”
“Heeyyyymmmmmmahhhhh,” she yawned out still half asleep. “Just you baby. Get here as fast as you can… oh and maybe a coffee if you pass anything on your way, hehe.”
She got out of bed and opened up the curtains letting the sunshine into the room.
“Okay, is that all you want? You don’t want actual breakfast?” I inquired.
“No,” she said while shielding her eyes from the sun, “we can go out together, or order in. Just get here, you should see this place it’s great. We have our own pooooo…" She trailed off.
To her surprise, the pool was being cleaned as she stood in the doorway completely naked.
“Are you okay?” I inquired.
“Ohhh, ah yeah. Sorry. I got surprised by my reflection in the window when I opened the shades. Just get here as fast as you can. Fuck the coffee. We’ll get some later.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Very, I am going to lay out by the pool and get some sun to wake up. I don’t need caffeine today.”
“Ok, I'll be there in like forty-five minutes or so.”
“I’ll be here… naked,” and she hung up the phone.
What she didn’t tell me was that the pool boy was also naked, the sun beating down on his golden brown sun-kissed ass as he skimmed the pool. She couldn’t help but stare at him as he dutifully did his work. She lost herself for a minute or two and she ran her hands up and down her body before forcing herself to come to. She peeped out for a few more seconds before deciding that she was going to go out and surprise the young dude.
Not wanting to seem too scandalous, she put on her high waisted black and white polka-dot bathing suit bottoms—but no top. They really showed off her curves and she felt like a movie star from the 1950s wearing them. She completed her look with her black floppy pool hat and a pair of sunglasses before opening the doors and stepping out into the sun.
When the pool boy heard the door open, he ran to the opposite side of the deck where his tool cart was and covered up with anything he could get his hands on.
“I AM SO SORRY!” he shouted at her. “My sheet said you did not check in last night.” His entire body blushed red with embarrassment.
Galatea walked out onto the pool deck laughing.
“Please, don’t worry. It is no problem at all. I came out to get a better view of the show,” she said with a grin.
“What?” he said still trying to gain his composure.
“Your clothes. Leave them. I want to enjoy the view I had when I first woke up.”
He was still hesitant.
“I… uh… I only do this when no one is at the houses, miss. I don’t want tan lines, you know.”
“That’s fine,” she replied back with a wicked smile, “but, today you are going to do it with me watching.”
He finally realized what she was saying and timidly got back to work. He was in his very early twenties. He was short and lean, but his muscles were defined. His messy brown hair fell in his face and had nothing on but flip-flops and sunglasses. He really didn’t want tan lines. His dong flopped back and forth with each step he took, and the fact that he was being watched must have excited him because it seemed to grow every time it flopped.
Galatea got comfortable on the lounge chair and sat back and watched her new naked friend.
“How much longer until I can use the pool?” she shouted.
“Probably not for a little while, unfortunately,” he said with a shrug. “I’m sorry, but I just added chemicals. Nobody has stayed in this unit for a while and I kind of let it go for a few days. I was hoping to have it ready for you guys before you got here…”
“No worries,” Galatea said cutting him off.
He looked up at her and she flashed a warm smile.
“Seriously, it’s okay. I was just making conversation. Come over here. I’m Galatea.”
